The winter is coming to an end,
but my heart is still beating for you,
I still wait under the mistletoe,
hoping that one day,
you will come to me and kiss me on the cheek,
hug me and tell me that we're now together,
and that you won't ever leave me again.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
